I feel kinda dumb, but uh, I miss you

I've been thinking about you

I've been thinking about our love

And how much I miss your touch

I miss being around you

Hearing your laugh and holding your hand

That's the challenge (I think of you everyday)

Your unbalanced I sense malice what the fuck (I hope and I wish that you're doing okay)

You wanna see me baby, I'm on tour

And you cheated baby, you're a whore

Watch-Watch the money hit the floor

I can't handle you no more

H-Heard you doubling the score

You was fun but now I'm bored

That's the challenge

You're unbalanced, I sense malice

Counting thousands, yeah I'm counting thousands

I could give it to you, I can give it

But you're tying your shoes

So stop slipping

Yeah, you so gifted, I know

Why you hanging tight rope

Why you wearing tight clothes

You want them to see you, I know

In-Invite open line up

Boy- boy I'm scoring lionel

Tell that,Tell that bitch boy back up

Go ahead call for backup

Go ahead call for backup

That's the challenge, you gotta get backup

Fuck, fuck the sad stuff

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like your master

Yeah baby, yeah baby, like your master

That's a challenge baby, swear my **** masked up

Why the fuck a actor

Got into my camp

F-F-F Fuck

Baby, jump off

Jump off that ramp

You're like one off

One off, four grams

I'm like fucked off

Why you turn my gun off

Why the fuck you turn my gun off

Why you turn my gun off

Why you turn my gun off

Why you- Why you turn my gun off